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Warning: There is sexual content in this chapter.More specifically rape. If this disturbs, don't read, you get the point by now.
Chapter 4: Countdown
Edward throws the first punch knocking the guard to the ground. He didn't allow the older man time to get up and defend as he launches himself on top of the guard. His fist continuously hits the man's face.
Twelve guards surround Edward - as an extra precaution. Both Davis and Alphonse couldn't be called to help. Davis's couldn't be found within any of the buildings and Alphonse currently wasn't in the buildings - being his day off. A guard deftly places a rope around Edward's neck and pulls. Edward gags as the rope chokes him, ripping him away from the man he was beating. The rope tightens around his neck, completely cutting off his airway. Edward grits his teeth as his fingers desperately dig under the rope. Once he slips one finger under the rope, then two, three, and a forth can follow quickly after. That's what Edward did, with the task done, he simply had to pull.
The guards watch as Edward easily snaps the metal rope off his neck. He whips it at one of them to distract him and charges. It's like watching an animal.
x x x
"What happen!" Davis paces the room in front of his superior.
Kei looks at her clock, 7:45PM - 'He's been pacing the room for ten minutes.' "Calm down. It seems a guard baited 15099. It's not going to affect any future plans so don't worry."
"So Edward attacked a guard." Davis voices silently. 'It wouldn't have been enough to put the kid in an isolation room.' "Exactly what did he do?"
Kei looks over at Davis with a sparkle in her eyes. "What do you think of 15099 progresses?"
"What?" The question's off topic. Davis frowns at Kei. 'What does she want now?'
"His progress with the test - his ability to handle all the enhancement drugs."
Davis held back his anger. She was talking to him like a child. 'I'll take you away Edward - from her and all this.' "Edward's one of the few that is showing at least some success."
Kei nods at this repetitive information. Always the same answer. Kei stares at the open folder in front of her. Papers from the folder were strewn every where on her desk. The picture of the handsome face of 15099 (or Edward) glares at her. She smiled to herself. They would never want to let of this one. For more reasons than the ones Davis stated. Kei could count all the missing information from 15099 file: all the off-the-record experiments. 15099 had lost limbs in one of the experiment, so some fake report was created. A constructed lie of how the boy's limbs needed to be amputated due to some type of infection.
Kei mirthfully laughs in her mind. That report wasn't a hundred percent lie; there are some partial truths.
Kei looks back at Davis, who patiently waits for his dismissal. 'Where does your loyalty lie?' Placing the paper back into an orderly fashion, she surprises Davis with her question. "What do you think of Edward?" Kei uses the boy's name, wanting to find a reaction in Davis's face.
In disappointment, Davis didn't react. There wasn't a flinch in his cheeks or eye, no twitch on the corner of the lips. The man just continues to stare stoically at Kei. "So what did Edward do? Was it bad enough to place him in isolation?"
"Are you ignoring my previous question?"
"I'm simply not choosing to answer the question. You already know the answer anyway, right. Or did you actually miss a detail."
"I don't miss details Davis!" Kei makes a fist, wanting to exact violence.
"I'll leave your sight when you tell me what Edward did." Davis felt the slight jump at Kei uproar. He knew the danger to play with the women's pride.
"Your stupid boy took down twelve guards in the recreation grounds."
"He's done worse" Davis quickly interjects.
Kei calms herself down enough to place a smirk on her face. "True, yet those times he didn't display the wanted result that we've been trying to see from these experiments." She let's the shock settle into Davis before continuing. "So there's a belief he had either hidden the abilities, or there's a physical or mental trigger that's need to be activated."
"How much of an increase?" The skepticism could be heard.
"Don't know. More than a hundred, we can be sure of that statistic."
A silence envelops the room as Kei watches Davis processes the information. He wouldn't know of the danger it presents to Edward. 'It's most likely better that way too.'
"Do they want him taken out from here?" They - as in Davis and Kei's real boss, the people they actually work for. Kei didn't care why they were conducting these experiments, as long as these labs had the enhancers to supply. Both of them were moles for a black market organization. The person setting up these labs were doing them a great favour. Just wait patiently for a successful experiment.
"I haven't gotten word on that yet. We'll see in time." 'How are loyalties towards Davis?' Kei close 15099 folder.
Taking that as his cue to leave Davis heads toward the door, checking his watch for the time. The lights went out before he could see the numbers.
x x x
"Haven't seen you for a long time 15099." The guard displays a sarcastic cheer, provoking Edward to growl at the man. "How long is the animal in for?"
"A week." The guard holding him tightens his grip on Edward, as though he would run from hearing his sentence.
"They should put him in isolation a lot longer than that." The guard mumbles writing the check-in information onto a sheet, "15099 - 7 days - 19:27. Ok, I'll take him from here."
Edward collapses from the quick punch to the stomach. "That's what you get you little shit!" The guard roughly hands him to his new tormentor, who still annoyingly gave him that sadistic fake smile. Every time Edward had to come to isolation, the same man with that smile would be there. They start to walk down the narrow corridor, past the rows of doors; Edward could just imagine the screaming and crying inside. Most of the test subjects weren't in the rooms long enough to go insane or catatonic. It varied among them.
"You're in trouble you know." Smiles, as the test subjects call him, usually doesn't talk - unless something bad were to happen.
That's how they described it - the others. Something bad happens. When their friends tried to pry out information they kept silent - silent and huddling, cradling themselves and rubbing the skin raw. Edward couldn't understand why'd they do that.
"I'm surprised you're only here for a week. You should have been in here a number of times. How come you never get put into isolation?"
"I'm here now aren't I." Edward retorts.
The air from his lungs rushes out of him, as Smiley slams him into the wall. "Aren't we playful today." He laughs.
'Playful?' Edward is thrusts forward, back to the normal routine. Losing balance, he lands on his shoulder. As Edward tries to stand up, he finds himself being drag down the corridor by Smiley.
"I better hurry. It's 7:35."
'Why does that matter?' Edward thinks as he regains his footing, moving forward slowly as Smiley allows.
Smiley continues talking without missing a beat. "I'm sure they want as much time with you as possible. You're a pain in the ass you know that."
Edward disregards on subtly slowing down. He almost made a run back until Smiley had him in a bear hug, foreseeing Edward's action. Turning a corner there were two men waiting at one door. Edward's breathing hitches and he struggles more against the massive arms that cocoons him. There were 10 more steps before reaching the two men; Edward could recognize them as friends of the various guards he had gave trouble to.
"What took you so long! It's 7:40." Their eyes give a leer at Edward, and suddenly Edward didn't want to be unwrapped from the cocoon. He'd have rather be with Smiley's stupid-fake smiles then with these men, because even when nowhere (in the Facility) is safe, it was safer away from them.
The exchange from the cocoon arms to dangerous hands is a smooth transition. No gaps to extend a leg to kick or an arm to punch. Edward finds himself cussing at the guards. He can recognize the darkness of the isolation room swallowing him, yet Edward wasn't alone like he should be.
"Let go of me!" Edward's thrown precariously to the floor. The force of the fall jostling air from his lungs, and for a while he couldn't intake any air. In his moment of weakness struggling to breathe, the two guards roughly place in onto the bed as the door to the room closes. Edward starts to fight back again - one smack to the face. His yelling also induces smack his face. Edward could feel the sides of his face burn as his pants were at his ankles. Already his eyes were adjusting to the near pitch darkness as they took off his automail.
Edward screams ferociously, telling them to "Stop!" "Don't!" "Get off me!" and his empty threats of "I'll kill you!" In the beginning the guards laughed at his screams. His shirt now ripped in half and all other articles of clothing littering the floor. One guard held Edward's wrist above his head. His hands clenching onto Edward's wrist and hair. The other one, who worked the clothes off from waist down fondles his genitals.
A hand clamps down on his mouth. Now they want Edward to shut up.
The thought quickly diverts away to the man at his bottom half. Edward was screaming more, but now he screams because of pain. A large finger roughly pushes past the muscles into Edward. Edward struggles become harder and more ballistic. It felt bad as the finger pumps in and out of him. Then, it becomes two fingers and Edward starts to thrashing.
"Hold him down!" The guard with his fingers inside Edward takes his time to yell this. He glares at the other one.
Finding his current position dissatisfactory the guard (holding Edward's arms) moves on top of him. Specifically on his chest, the weight of the man crushes Edward effectively stopping Edward's thrashing. Three fingers now and the pain won't subside. Edward's arms were now effectively held down, and he his screams muffled by the guards hands. 'I can't breathe.' The man was heavy; he was preventing him from breathing in the proper amounts of breath.
Something blunt, hard, and warm thrusts into Edward with rough motion. He couldn't hold back the scream if he wanted too. It moves and the burning comes. Edward couldn't breath. Edward starts to feel dizzy. The combination of the weight of the man on his chest, and his air being thrown out of him was causing spots to appear in front of his eyes. Edward couldn't feel anything or register what was happening to him. He sunk deeper into oblivion as the guard continues raping him.
x x x
Mavik throws his head back after two hard successive thrusts into Edward. He was coming inside the teenage boy, and it felt wonderful. There's a slick wet noise as Mavik pulls himself out of Edward. This guard was sure there were laceration, hence the blood that just seemed to heighten the pleasure. The thrusts had become a smooth slide in.
"I'm done." Mavik gives his friend a tap on the shoulder as he regains his breath - his breathing was slightly deep. He takes notice of Edward's stillness. "The kid out?" Mavik asks the other guard amusingly.
"Yeah" Keller answers back, getting off of Edward's chest.
"Enjoy" Mavik is standing by the door buckling up his pants. "I hope he wakes up with bad dreams." Both the men laugh merrily.
Mavik opens the door flooding the room with light. "It's 7:58, you have 2 minutes before shift change."
Keller looks at Mavik with a bold smile. "It's gonna take longer than that. Just let me have my fun." There's a silent laugh between the two of them.
"Whatever, I'll just make up the excuse that you're taking a shit. See how she's gonna like that." Mavik closes the door before Keller could make a comeback.
Keller unzips his pant and frees his hard erection. He went straight to the 'good stuff', wanting to see how long he could last before coming into the boy.